Early that morning, Rachel came to visit me in my room. She knocked and I invited her in.
"Would you like to tour the village, your majesty?" asked Rachel. "I thought you might like to become familiar with our village."
"Oh, sure." I said. I should have a look around while I have some down time.
It should have been a simple stroll through town, but it has been very strange.
This stroll through town has me wondering why elves don't wear panties. So far, a few elves have 'accidentally' given me a peek up their skirts. It's obviously not an accident when they start blushing before it happens.
Are they trying to seduce me?
They only have to ask. I can't exactly decline because I owe the elves a son. Plus, there's no point sugarcoating it, I'm just a huge slut.
Oh, maybe the elves think it's impolite to ask because they know it would be impolite for me to decline.
